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The air in the car is electrifying. Time seems to stop as I set my gaze on the beautiful man beside me. His grip is tight on the steering wheel, and his shoulders are tense. My thoughts are erratic, and my head is spinning far beyond my control.
We arrive at a hotel on the outskirts of the city. Thunder roars as we hurry through the front doors, seeking refuge from the storm. After leaving the lobby, we take the elevator to the fourth floor, and there’s a dull silence as we step inside our suite.
Standing motionless in the center of the room, I watch him place our luggage beside the dresser. He unzips his suitcase and retrieves a white t-shirt before placing it onto the bed. Striding over to where I’m silently waiting, he strips me from my wet clothes and pulls his t-shirt down over my head.
Jaxon draws down the sheets and quilt, and I crawl beneath them, snuggling into the warmth.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tucks me in, before lightly brushing his fingertips against my cheek.
“Are you warm enough?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.” He sighs, stroking my hair. “Rest. I’ll be right here if you need me.”
He stands, reaching behind his shoulder and pulling his damp shirt over his head. The muscles in his back flex as he steps out of his pants and boxers. The sight of his bare backside leaves my heart pounding.
Turning off the light, the room darkens. The only remaining light is from the window with the curtains hung to the side. It’s the perfect amount.
After stepping into a new pair of boxers, he sits silently in a chair, staring down at the table’s surface. He appears so torn, distracted. Finally, I realize I haven’t even considered how he must be feeling.
He is a Dominant, uninterested in anything other than the BDSM lifestyle. Although, he cares about me. He wants me. He’s falling in love with me. And there’s no sense in trying to hide it any longer.
I’m falling in love with him, too.
Staring at him from across the room, the complete and utter silence comes to an end. A gasp escapes from me. His head snaps up at once, and his troubled eyes burn into mine.
And heknows.
Jaxon’s face softens, and his lips part, creating the perfect O shape. His brows furrow, and he studies the look on my face, before pushing out his chair.
Standing still, he watches me intently. I don’t protest as he strides over to the bed, lying in the vacant spot beside me.
Turning his head, our eyes meet. The spark in the air returns. It feels like our souls have connected on a whole new level.
Gently brushing the hair away from my face, he stares longingly into my eyes. Leaning closer, inch by inch, my heart hammers. Until finally, he closes the space between us and presses his lips against mine.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
Within a few hours, the storm passes. Standing outside on the balcony, I take in the sight of the city out in the distance, overtaken by memories of my childhood. This time, instead of pushing them away, I choose to accept them.
Holding them close to my heart.
Feeling a presence behind me, I turn to meet Jaxon’s caring eyes. Standing in the doorway, he remains silent. Making his way beside me, he places his hand on the small of my back.
His touch feels incredible. Shutting my eyes, I take in a deep breath, willing myself to be strong. He rubs my back, comforting me in a way words cannot.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I’m okay,” I softly reply.
“Good.” He grins briefly. “I had planned on us spending the night here, but a meeting was just scheduled for tomorrow.”
“I understand.”
“Would you like to try again?” he questions, and I stay quiet, struggling for words. “It’s all right if you’re not ready, Sasha.”
“I am,” I rush out, weakly grinning. “I’m ready.”
